Seraphim Supernatural Novels & Stories

Three massive figures stepped out. They were ten feet tall, clad in golden armor that shone like the sun. They wielded massive hammers and shields. They didn't look like monsters. They looked like angels. BOSS DETECTED: THE SERAPHIM. LEVEL: 99. TYPE: ANTI-VIRUS PROTOCOL. "They're hunting the glitches," Jax said, gripping his data-sword. "They delete anything that doesn't follow the script. They've already deleted the Merchant's Guild."

She paused at the runway’s end, hands folded gracefully, embodying fragile purity. Backstage whispers rose. “She didn’t come…” “Her turn is now…” The music shifts. Lights dimmed slightly. Silence expanded. Then— A shadow steps forward. Seraphine emerges. For a heartbeat, the time seemed to freeze. Her dress was no longer what they had destroyed. Black silk wraps her body like night itself, perfectly fitted, flowing without a single visible seam. From her shoulders descended a sheer cape that shimmers faintly, long enough to trail behind her like liquid moonlight. Her face is bare with no makeup.

"I will find a way, Leon. I swear to the gods I will." He looked at me with red eyes, a small sad smile on his face. "You've always been so good, so perfect. Even in the past, you were the same. If you're ever reborn, don't be tied to any gods or goddesses. Don't be Nymeria, don't be Seraphina. Be someone else, someone who can live freely, without being part of something greater than yourself. Live, love, laugh. I love you so much, Seraphina. Let's never meet again."

In its light, faint shapes appeared — faces of the dead, screaming silently. Silas flinched. “You’ve been using forbidden magic again—” Seraphine’s gaze silenced him. “Forbidden? It was mine before it was called forbidden. Everything that breathes fire owes its first spark to me.” Her fingers closed, snuffing out the flame. Darkness fell again. For a long moment, there was only silence. Then Seraphine spoke, her voice low and dangerous. “She dreams of peace. She thinks love will tame what burns inside her. But the flame is not made for peace. It was born from destruction — from the death of gods and wolves alike.”

"You just have to choose. Do you choose to be the victim Caleb tried to save, or do you choose to be the Priestess who saves her King?" The mist parted. Six guards from the Obsidian Crest emerged, their eyes glowing violet. Behind them, Seraphina rode a massive, dark wolf, her face contorted with a frantic, ugly rage. "Silas!" she shrieked. "You traitorous dog! I knew you were too close to the human!" Silas stood his ground, his blade humming. "She’s not a human, Seraphina. She’s your ending." Seraphina laughed, a sharp, jagged sound. "She’s a corpse in a white shift. Guards, kill the Enforcer. Bring me the girl’s heart. My father needs the hybrid blood before the eclipse ends!"

Lucifer smiled. "Why not Samuel?" Lucas frowned. "It's because of your mother. She is a..." Lucifer looked unsure if he should say it or no but Gwen beat him to it. "She is seraphim and so is Aunt Katherine and Aunt Bianca. They were the three of the highest order with unusual magical abilities and there are more mysteries to solve about them. As far as I've heard from above, there is a story that once three Seraphims did the unthinkable and their souls were removed from existence or so they think." Gwen frowned as she talked.

I say, still watching Seraphina until my dad pulls me roughly to my feet. "You heard him, Abaddon fought off six adult rogues, single handed to protect the pack." He raises my hand, ignorant of the pain in my shoulder and smiling proudly at the rest of the pack members in the clearing. "He will make a fine Alpha when the time comes. This calls for a celebration." "Alpha, with your permission, I'd like to take Seraphina home." Sera’s father asks.

I yelled. "I don't... know. I'm... not sure," she coughed. "But for the spell to work, Saraphina is supposed to die to complete the ritual of full death so the earth can allow us Hermes’s powers. But she’s alive." "I know that!" I barked. "And instead of Lucian having her killed, I don’t know what kind of enchantment she has on him." I paced the room, fists clenched at my sides as I tried to keep my fury from exploding again. The very name Saraphina was enough to send fire coursing through my veins. That little thing was the only thing holding back my rise.

"You're a Phlegeton Demon! You're evil!" Seraphine denied with difficulty, "N-No, I-I'm not." "Seraphine, second-in-command of the Phlegeton Legion. That's you, right? This is a void scroll. Everything that's recorded here is true! How dare you deny it?!" Guerrian's eyes turned bloodshot as he tightened his grip around Seraphine's neck. Seraphine could not move. She had lived in the Celestial Skies for over 300 years. In order to hide her demonic aura, she used up most of her powers, which was why she was always weak.

“He will make an excellent sacrifice to fuel the resurrection.” The chamber doors on all sides began to open. Victor’s wolves on one side. Shadow Pack on another. And from the crystals themselves, shadowy wolf spirits began to emerge. Seraphina stood from the throne, her form changing from woman and giant spectral wolf. “Now, my daughter,” she said, extending her hand. “Come to me willingly, or I will take the child from your body right here while your stepbrother watches.” Damon shifted instantly into his black wolf, ready to protect me, come what may.